Quarantine
All I think about
Is quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Least of my worries
Is learning how to spell
Quarantine
Greatest worry
Is probably
Along the lines of
Thinking about
The health and safety
Of friends and family
But
If I was selfish
My worry is wondering
When I can be with people
Again
Well
Not
WITH
People
Just to go
Were the people are
In a coffee shop
To write
Away from home
– James Dubeau
New general orders
Came down the pipe
Stay at home
For a month
After a week
Of self imposed
Isolation
It seems like a long time
Too long for some
But it’s needed
Enforceable
Laws to ensure
People take this serious
And actually
STAY INSIDE
For all our sake
– James Dubeau
Scars upon flesh
Some old
Some new
Some forming
Memories
Of worse times
Locked away
Home
Alone
With only
Whiskey
And Vietnam soldier’s
Poetry
To keep depressive waves
At bay
Much the same
As these days
When memories flood
And the world
Falls apart
Bringing pain
And a drive
To be destructive
Again
– James Dubeau
Why do I do
What I do
To myself
Day after day
Week after week
Unsustainable
I know this
At some point
I’ll crash and burn
Sooner or later
Inevitable
I need to stop
Take a detour
From destructive paths
Before it’s too late
And I crash
And I burn
To nothing
But ashes
– James Dubeau
Belly rumbles
Mind wanders
Hungry
Distracted
But it is not time
Not yet
A schedule must be maintained
The
Preplanned
Schedule
Preplanned portions
Snacks and meals
An unfollowed timetable
In these strange days
And it shows
But should I care
My meandering mind
Says
No
– James Dubeau
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